Typical!

[nineveh_uk]

A house has come up that looks as if it might be just I want (OK, just what I want and have a halfway realistic chance of getting in Oxford, as opposed to, say, being on the crescent on Tadcaster Road in York), and that I can afford at the asking price. Except that it is Easter Sunday. When I am 180 miles away and can’t be there to see it for a week. Chances of it still being there a week tomorrow – I wouldn’t bet on it. Oh well, Venice is quite a consolation.

I went leafleting yesterday round the street where I lived until I was 12. I had forgotten quite how steep some of the drives are, and how long a couple of the routes that we used to run. Goodness, I must have been a fit nine year old.

Doctor Who was good.

Comments

[tree_and_leaf]

Grr, that's frustrating. Still, as you say, Venice is a decent consolation!

[executrix.livejournal.com]

I don't know how bad the real estate market is in Oxford, but around here (near New York City) it's bad enough that there are real estate agents sitting near the telephone and refreshing their e-mail every five minutes even on Easter Sunday, and certainly on Easter Monday--real estate agents tend not to have holidays when other people do so they can get commissions from people looking at properties when they don't have to be at the office.

[azdak.livejournal.com]

Oh well, Venice is quite a consolation.


*Nods* Whatever happens on the house front, you will always have Venice.

And houses are like men. There is never only one that is perfect for you.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

You could ring the estate agents, say you're interested but not in a position to view until next week, and can they let the vendors know? They may be prepared to hold off accepting an offer from someone else, if they know there may be another offer on the way.